Chapter 15

Derek sat at his kitchen table. Papers were scattered everywhere—notes, maps, a few blurry pics Sandra had found. Elena stood by the counter, pouring coffee. Her socks slid a little on the tile. It’d been a week since the warehouse fight. They’d been hunting Vanessa nonstop. She was gone. No calls, no signs, nothing at all. “Anything new?” Elena asked. She handed him a mug and leaned on the table.